A breeze blew across the rubble of the Kardia Cathedral. Once a towering, beautiful church, it now stood in ruins, due to Kazunax's forces.

The sound of crunching footsteps could be heard as a woman, with medium-length scarlet hair, chocolate brown eyes, and donning impeccable, stainless steel armor, walked across the fallen stones of the building's foundations.

The woman's name was Erza Scarlet, once proclaimed the strongest woman in Fairy Tail. Now, that title was unknown to her, probably ripped from her hands like her honour was taken from her when Kazunax invaded ten years prior.

She turned her face up towards the sun. In the ten years that had passed, she had watched, helplessly, as dozens upon dozens of her fellow mages were persecuted, executed on the spot, or murdered. Now, she was back, as a part of Fairy Tail Brigade, and she was looking for more mages, mages that would help with the resistance, to force Kazunax to release his grip on Fiore, and surrender to the light.

Without a word, she crossed the ruins and headed off into town, searching for mages who were being threatened by Kazunax's forces.

Soon enough, she stumbled upon a platoon of thirty troops, scattered around a lush field. They were armed with katanas and various other weapons, ready to strike at someone.

Erza continued her observation of the troops, and soon found out who they were attacking. A female mage, about eighteen or nineteen years of age, with a very pale complexion, below average height for her age, dark blue eyes, and raven, medium length hair, surrounded by ten of the soldiers. Erza could see a thin scar reaching from the top of her left eyebrow to just below her left cheek.

"Don't resist us, girl, and we won't harm you," a soldier was trying to reassure her, though he had a tight grip on his katana.

"Don't you dare touch me with your filthy hands!" the female roared. She positioned herself in a defensive position as she balled her right hand into a fist and tapped it on the palm of her left hand.

"Aisu Meiku: Ransu! (Ice Make: Lance)" she screamed, firing ten lances at the soldier. The soldier attempted to block the oncoming attack, but to no avail. All ten of the icy lances pierced him in the chest, stomach, and ribs. He crashed to the ground, dead. Blood poured out of the wounds that the lances had caused.

"Aisu Meiku: Furoa!" the determined female mage chanted, bending down and touching the ground. The ground before her quickly turned into slippery, cold ice. Most of the soldiers were unable to keep their footing and slid to the ground.

The leader of the platoon sneakily and stealthily dashed behind the girl.

"Aisu Meiku: Geyser!"she called, turning one half of what she had frozen into tall, icy spikes. At least thirteen men were impaled on the spikes, their blood running down the icy tower and splattering on the ground.

The leader crept up on the girl, katana drawn in his right hand. He placed the blade of his weapon on her right shoulder.

"Move, and your head comes off your shoulders," he smirked.

The mage froze in terror. She could see the silver blade on her shoulder.

Shit! she thought in panic. She had forgotten about the leader, assuming that he had run off to notify a nearby fellow troop. She had been dead wrong.

Before both the girl and the leader could make a move, the leader felt a cold blade poking his back. He turned to see several locks of scarlet hair. He gulped.